A friend writes
How’s the prince?
I bet he’s a pisser.
He is.
Anywhere:
In his bath
Naked under the sun
Getting his pants changed
The sudden burst
The rise
The high peak
And the fall.
Not a word
But this bow
Warm as spring rain
Rainbow
Pot of gold
Dazzling
Curve of the world.
When he grows up
May he find
Such light
Such shape
Such perfect levity
For what he can’t use.
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